For The Sunday Muse
My friend Rosey would love to have been an actress. She claims her Grandmother was quite a prima-donna back in the twenties.
Rosey once had a part in a school nativity play in which her performance brought the house down, literally, when she leaned on the fragile inn wall and it toppled sideways into the wings!
We went to watch a play last night in which her mate Anne, sorry, Anastacia was performing. She thinks Anne doesn’t sound very thespianish, hence the change of professional name even though, as we pointed out, it did nothing to hold back the careers of Mssrs. Bancroft and Hemmingway!
Anne’s acting career is mainly as an extra, lurking in the background in plays, television dramas and soaps. However, at the theatre last night she had a speaking role rather than a pretending-to-speak one (that’s apparently what extras do) and as the curtains swept back, there she was under a spotlight in the centre of an otherwise empty stage, poised to deliver a scene-setting soliloquy.
Rosey, in her excitement, decided to give her a little encouragement by calling out “Cock a leg Anne” much to the mirth of those around us. Anne, sorry, Annastacia however did not appear amused. Rosey shrugged and gave me a questioning look as if to say ‘what have I done wrong?’ I whispered to her that firstly, she should have kept quiet, and secondly, the phrase starts with ‘break’ not ‘cock’ which sent her off into a fit of stifled giggles.
Unfortunately, the play was a little boring. I couldn’t stop yawning and Rosey actually nodded off towards the end, but when it was over I joined the audience in a warm(ish) applause as Rosey stuck two fingers between her teeth and let out a deafening whistle!
Good try Anne!
Thanks to Carrie for hosting.